Small burst of light, stars, most of them named,
Bounce with the rhythm and rise of this night walk -
Punctuating dots for tonight’s long cloaked sentences.
Vast and beguiling, sky chilled and huge
Beyond any eyes' capacities to see
They ask me to fly out light years beyond imagining’s chase
Just stars, I describe them that way to myself -
They start in small ways
Collections of energetic particles
Light fused in bright twisting points -
Sustained through nuclear interface,
United till the implosion and even then, grand.
They spin to sing in chimed notes overhead
Inviting me to look up and begin to leap
From one to the next and farther away.
Clusters lead in light pocked chains to an enormity
That pulls me closer to the ground
And to the small warmth of my mammal's body
I feel my ribs rise and my back arch
Taking in the air
And some of the particles that reach me here.
Just enough of the night-spark to light my brain
And ignite a flash of a dream that hints
At a body and mind beyond these dim, small aches-
And some steps that take me beyond
All of these memorized endings
And well worn rights and lefts.
March 3, 2010